19 October 2005

Good Timber

Good Timberby Douglas Malloch

The tree that never had to fightFor sun and sky and air and light,But stood out in the open plainAnd always got its share of rain,Never became a forest kingBut lived and died a scrubby thing.The man who never had to toilTo gain and farm his patch of soil,Who never had to win his shareOf sun and sky and light and air,Never became a manly manBut lived and died as he began.

Good timber does not grow with ease:The stronger wind, the stronger trees;The further sky, the greater length;The more the storm, the more the strength.By sun and cold, by rain and snow, In trees and men good timbers grow.Where thickest lies the forest growth,We find the patriarchs of both.And they hold counsel with the starsWhose broken branches show the scarsOf many winds and much of strife.This is the common law of life.I have a hard time believing that this is the way that I could raise and give my childeren the strength they need. Oyie, that's a lot of responsibility. But, love does seem to override that. So, I will continue to love and believe that we are all working toward the common goal. . . Good Timber